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Living

Sweet and spicy cure

If ever there was a comfort food, it has to be soup. Forget Oprah with her mashed potatoes, and forget everybody else with their chocolate chip cookies and carbo-loaded bread. What could be a better serotonin booster on a bleak, snowy evening than a warm bowl of thick chowder? The owners of The Carving Board Café, located in Albemarle Square, have a spicy cure for the winter doldrums—Grilled Corn Soup with Chili Cream.


Justin Van Der Linde updates good ol’ corn chowder with a bit of Southwestern zing.

“I’ve always been a fan of corn chowders so this is kind of a New-Age version,“ says Carving Board Café co-owner Justin Van Der Linde, who created this recipe along with his partner Candice Liptak. Van Der Linde says it’s that touch of Mexican flavor from the chili powder that gives the soup added zing, “which is nice in these winter months to keep you warm.” he says. “Plus, sometimes corn chowders are a little bland so this has a little spice to it. The grilled flavor is really nice too.”

The Carving Board Cafe’s Grilled Corn Soup with Chili Cream

5 ears fresh sweet corn on the cob (husks removed)
2 oz. olive oil
5 oz. diced onion
5 oz. diced celery
5 oz. diced carrot
5 cloves garlic, minced
2 jalapeno chilies, minced
2 qt. vegetable stock
5 oz. heavy cream

Chili Cream (combine the following and keep refrigerated)
5 oz. sour cream
2 Tbs. chili powder
salt and pepper to taste

Brush corn with 1 oz. olive oil and grill on either a char-grill or flat grill until kernels are golden brown. Turn frequently. Remove corn from grill and allow to cool. In a large stockpot, heat 1 oz. of olive oil over medium high heat. Sauté diced onion, celery, and carrot until the onion is translucent, adding the garlic and jalapenos in about halfway through. Add vegetable stock. Remove corn from the kernels and add to the pot. Simmer until all vegetables are tender. Purée soup in either a food processor or with an immersion blender. Bring soup back to a simmer and reduce to a medium consistency. Remove from heat and add the heavy cream. Ladle into preheated soup cups. Garnish with a dollop of chili cream and enjoy! Serves 10.

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Living

Shopper’s world

Truth be told, there’s pretty much nothing better (in my small world) than sitting at my office desk, looking like I’m a very busy professional, when I’m actually typing things like “Discounted Marc Jacobs bags” into Google. Online shopping. I whisper the words to myself in a kind of awe. But really, have you ever tried it? It’s so fun! Sometimes, I go online shopping, put stuff in my shopping bag, and then close out of Firefox without having purchased anything. Yet, still I have experienced the thrill of the act.

The crème de la crème of online shopping is Active Endeavors. The clothes and accessories are young, fun, and they arrive magically in the mail! Oh, and well, they can get a little expensive. But that’s where the sales come in. This place has sales that rock the house…or rather, the wardrobe. For example, just last week I bought a beautiful Catherine Malandrino summer dress that was $545, but that they had marked down to $164! Doesn’t get much better than that methinks.

Peruse the virtual sale racks today and there’s plenty o’ Rebecca Taylor, Imitation of Christ, Daryl K, Nieves Lavi, Marc Jacobs, Ya-Ya, and more at half off or better. The only downside of this whole online shopping thing is that I am definitely spending more money online than I would just walking through stores in the real world. Don’t tell my dad.

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Arts

Bowl-ing for dollars

“Top Design”
Wednesday 11pm, Bravo

First, let me just say: Did not see that coming. I’m referring to the finale of “Top Chef,” which precedes the debut of this new Bravo realty/talent competition. I had pegged either Sam or Elia as the winner pretty early on, and the fact that it’s Ilan vs. Marcel for the title is blowing my mind. I don’t like either of them, and if I can’t root for a winner, what’s the point? Anyway, following “Top Chef” you’ll have “Top Design,” which further burgles from the “Project Runway” format, this time focusing on the world of interior design. I’m not sure how exciting it’ll be to see people picking out chaise lounges or backstabbing each other for that last Tiffany sconce, but it’s probably worth at least one viewing. Based solely on snap judgments, I’m calling young and smug Michael and older and smug John as the people we’ll most likely come to love to hate.

“Super Bowl XLI”
Sunday 6:25pm, CBS

So, you know the drill: Indianapolis Colts, Chicago Bears, Peyton Manning’s got a bum thumb, blah blah blah. What you really care about are the commercials. This year expect a lot of viewer-generated commercials, which is kind of gross —average Joes are basically making millions for ad men doing approximately nothing. Web company GoDaddy has now had two different spots rejected for fear of offending the masses. And Fed-Ex, the Britney Spears sperm donor formerly known as K-Fed, has sparked the ire of fast food workers across the country for his insurance spot in which he dreams of being a music star rather than a lowly burger flipper. Sometimes I long for the days of beer-loving frogs. Prince handles the half-time show, and that’s pretty boss.

“Criminal Minds”
Sunday post-Super Bowl, CBS

The Beek! Is! Back! That’s right, Dawson Leery has been let out of cold storage for one night only, as James van der Beek guest stars on this surprisingly popular CBS procedural. Perhaps it’s the undeniable lure of Mandy “Battleship” Patinkin, but what should have been just another derivative criminal profiling show has actually been rivaling “Lost”’s ratings for most of the season. Seeing how past post-Super Bowl episodes have given major boosts to buzz shows like “Grey’s Anatomy,” CBS wisely signed up the surging sophomore series for a special episode featuring a Super Bowl party murder that somehow involves The Beek as “a troubled young man” (per the network). Great casting, since anyone who managed to sit through the entire run of “Dawson’s Creek” knows that if anybody’s got troubles, it’s The Beek.—

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Living

Take a side

Quick: Hoos or Hokies?

If you’re the type who has a deeply considered and passionate response to this question, Restaurantarama has A) nothing in common with you, and B) just the restaurant for you. Seriously—we are not a sports person. Blame it on one too many withering glances from not-at-all-well-meaning jocks in our high school PE class, as volleyballs hit the floor right next to our feet, or our whiffleball bat, well, whiffed. But that’s our problem, not yours. We can well imagine that for many of our hungry readers, the sight of sweaty uber-people doing strenuous things within given spatiotemporal limits is extremely appetizing. And that alliance to a particular team can lend great drama to a meal.


Get yer deep fried crab balls and yer favorite team fix at Rivals, the latest occupant of the building that used to house Wolfie’s.

Which is why Rivals exists. What once was Wolfie’s, the bar and smokehouse on Rio Road, is now a monument to fandom. It’s very simple, really, as co-owner Gregg Powell explains: “I’m a Virginia fan, and my partner is a Tech fan.” Hence the restaurant’s divided decor: half orange’n’blue, half orange’n’maroon. Sit on whichever side makes you feel more powerful.

Powell and his partner Randy Snead took the place over from Powell’s brother Allen last October. (Allen Powell had run the place as Wolfie’s since late 2002; before that, it was a Cajun joint called Boudreau’s). They’ve gutted the space, rebuilt the bar, and added a slew of screens: 16 plasmas TVs with totally muscular 42" and 50" measurements. While you gaze at giants of sport on these giants of electronica, you can dine on a new menu that offers stuff from the smoker (smoked ribs, BBQ platter, “smoked bird”) and a bunch of sandwiches and burgers. And, of course, you can drink.

“Tech fans didn’t really have a place,” allows Powell, generously (remember, he’s our Hoo in this story). Rivals had its grand opening on January 19. In reference to the dance club attached to the restaurant, which used to be Club Rio and is now Club Rivals, Powell says he and Snead have “cleaned it up tremendously” and plan to offer live music on Saturday nights in the space.

Sports phobias aside, we commend for Rivals for having its finger on the national pulse, what with bipartisanship the ostensible watchword in D.C. at the moment. As for which display of cooperation will  last longer, well, that’s an easy call.

New room in the inn

Speaking of sports bars on Route 29N: Damon’s (“The Place for Ribs”) Grill, which has for nine years been the resident eatery in the Emmet Street Holiday Inn, is now called First Place Grille. A plastic sign announced the change a couple of weeks ago, and we called up hotel manager Charles Friend to get the lowdown.

It seems the owners of the Inn, who have managed Damon’s as a franchise for five years, decided to de-franchise and renovate at the end of 2006. “Of course we still like the same format of the sports grill,” said Friend. “It’ll be a more upscale sports grill when we’re finished.”

Somewhat confusingly, the restaurant, menu and all, is already open in the old Damon’s space, but will shut down for renovations April 1 and re-open in a different part of the hotel about five months later. That should go a long way toward making it “upscale,” as the Damon’s spot has, frankly, seen better days. 

Winds of change

Looks like the hip little Asian joint Monsoon, located in a so-close-yet-so-far spot just off the Downtown Mall, may have floated away on the breeze: A sign on the door and its outgoing phone message both say, “Closed for the holidays,” but, um, the holidays are over. We’ll keep checking on it.

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Something in the air

On January 8, two curious stories made the rounds of the national media. The first came out of New York City where reports surfaced that sometime in the early morning, commuters had detected a strong gas-like smell that wafted through Manhattan and soon overtook neighboring areas. The smell was alarming for a city continuously tense with the possibility of terrorist action. Schools and buildings were evacuated as a precautionary measure and workers from a nearby gas plant were sent to test for the mysterious cause of the odor. As the day and story developed, officials were still unclear of the nature of the source but could assure the public that whatever the substance was, it was not toxic. “It may just be an unpleasant smell,” Mayor Michael Bloomberg said. Meanwhile, in Austin, Texas, part of downtown was being closed after 63 birds were found dead. Ten blocks were temporarily shut down as workers in yellow haz-mat suits tested for contaminants in an area near the state capitol and the governor’s mansion. Authorities finally gave the “all clear” in the afternoon.


“It’s not necessarily what people would deem cutting-edge technology, says Avir’s Keith Holland, middle, of the low-cost, easy-to-use sensor. Laufer, right, and Avir’s Roger Reynolds, work out of a small lab near O-Hill.

“Both are very interesting events from our point of view,” says Gabriel Laufer, a University of Virginia professor for 20 years and the founder and president of Avir (www.avirsensors.com), a company that has developed a detection sensor for such a predicament. “Had there been an actual toxic release the level of casualties would have increased because people were walking out rather than staying indoors.”

In Austin, as in Manhattan, employees spilled out into the streets in an effort to flee the suspected substance. As Laufer sees it, he has created a machine that would prevent the panic that surrounds incidents like those of January 8. “Think of the cost of all the evacuations that day,” he says, always the pragmatist. “Nothing happened and it was already expensive.”   

Welcome to America circa 2007, a time of terrorism both imagined and real, when any odd occurrence is immediately suspected as the result of perfidy. While Charlottesville has thus far avoided any episode, it has played a part in the battle against the suspected enemy. As in any time of war and the corresponding military awakening it inspires, it pays to be in the defense business and in that sense Charlottesville has struck a vein of gold. In 2005 alone, some 37 area entities accrued more than $25 million in Department of Defense contracts (This number includes UVA but not the National Intelligence Center or Sperry Marine or the subcontractors that work for them) for a wide array of services. Puff, Inc., for example, installs foam roofing, insulation and waterproofing systems for various structures on the East Coast, some of them military. Or there is the retired psychiatrist who could tell me only that he treats soldiers who have just returned from war but could not divulge where he performs the therapy. Among this predictable crowd is Avir, as unlikely a candidate as exists for defense funding yet one of Charlottesville’s largest recipients.

There in the Aerospace Research Laboratory, situated in a drab one-storey building on the side of Observatory Hill, Laufer and a team of three researchers—Keith Holland, Roger Reynolds, Robert Zehr—work tirelessly to perfect their creation, a remote optical sensor that reads the infrared emission of airborne chemicals. In one lab, a silver airtight duct girds the ceiling. Inside, a sensor sits, poised to detect chemicals that have been injected into the secure environment. While most of the chemicals used are benign, Laufer and his staff did fear for their well-being once when they backed in a truck to pipe in diesel fumes. “We filled the whole room with it,” says Laufer, laughing at the memory. “We almost died here.” The experiment—to see if the sensor could read a specific chemical even with the presence of a high amount of diesel exhaust—was a success even as the scientists choked on fumes.

Down the hall in another lab, a prototype of the sensor rests on a tripod. The size of a small shoebox and encased in purple steel casing, it is pointed in the direction of another purple box which contains the heat source that the sensor depends upon to increase the sensitivity of the chemicals’ infrared. “The sensor has learned to recognize about 25 chemicals,” says Laufer. He is trying to explain to me, an ordinary mortal, how the contraption works and points to a small silver disc inside. “The only thing in this box that really matters is this round block,” he says. I stare at it. “There are 16 little holes, each hole has an infrared detector, and radiation/infrared goes through an opening, and a spinning mirror projects radiation into one detector at a time. Each one is sensitive to a different part of the infrared spectrum.” O.K., I think I understand it…barely. Clearly, the man is operating on a level of intellect my mind rarely dares approach.

“He’s one of the smartest people in the department or even the school,” Hossein Haj-Hariri gushes. As a professor and current chair of the department of mechanical and aerospace engineering, he has known Laufer for almost 20 years. “He’s just very brilliant!”

Brilliant: family, friends and colleagues all called upon the adjective to describe the inventor. One need not look much further than his resume for proof. First there are the four degrees, all earned in the heady areas of mechanical and aerospace engineering. In addition to the nearly 50 published articles, Laufer has written three books, including a textbook, the plainly stated Introduction to Optics and Lasers in Engineering. As it was printed in 1996, I ask the professor if he has plans to update it. He tells me no and then explains. “Publishing a book is mainly an exercise in ego,” Laufer says, breaking into a smile. “I’ve already had my ego stroked.”

Still, there are a lot of intelligent people at UVA, but very few have a company, let alone one like Avir. For that, Laufer drew on a lifelong penchant for practicality. While the ability to break seemingly complicated elements down into simple terms is a trait found throughout academia, it rarely translates to something practical (beyond a textbook). According to his wife, Liora, it is a talent “Gaby” (rhymes with “Abbie”) has always possessed. She met the professor when she was only 16 and he 20, and a student at Technion. Born in Budapest, Hungary, in 1948, Gaby and his parents moved the following year to the newly independent state of Israel. Two decades later, the student spied his future wife dancing with a friend and asked to trade partners. “He saw his opportunity and took it on the spot,” remembers Liora.

“And we switched and that was the end of it.”

The next few years were a blur of activity as Gaby made his way through Technion University in Israel. In 1973, the newly married couple faced the travails of Israeli life during the Yom Kippur War. Six months into their union the emerging scientist was drafted to serve in the artillery, as the leader of a surveyor’s unit. In 1975, the couple left for America so Gaby could attend Princeton in New Jersey. That same year, their first son was born. As the boy grew and the couple added a daughter and another son, Liora noticed her husband employ his success at simplification on his children. “When they needed to do something, he always had a way to bring a side that you would never think of,” she recalls. “If the kids came up with a problem he was able to see through all the dust, and was able to pinpoint and say, ‘This is the problem.’ And then as soon as he pointed it out, you’d say, ‘Oh, that’s so simple.’”

I saw this ability firsthand of course as Laufer took me through the science of his creation. “It depends on naturally occurring infra-red deviation,” he said of the sensor. “Warm bodies emit continuously. Night vision reads infrared emission,” giving me an example of a widely known use of the technology. “The difficulty is that different objects emit radiation differently. You and I emit differently than the wall. There is radiation coming from the wall and we could detect it by facing the wall, but we need to account for the fact that it’s different.”

To counter this dilemma, Laufer and his team created a two-piece, open-path system. To demonstrate Laufer takes me into the hall. At one end is a heating source, what Laufer refers to as a “glorified headlight,” that is essentially made of a small heating coil that operates much like those in an oven. One-hundred feet away, we stand under the purple box that reads the infrared given off by chemicals, their sensitivity increased by the heat. “A stationary sensor is faster to respond to chemicals at lower concentrations than a handheld would be,” says Keith Holland, Avir’s 28-year-old vice president for research and development. A transfer from James Madison University, Holland first worked with Laufer on a project that was a partnership among UVA, Litton PRC, and NASA. The brainchild of Laufer, the program culminated in the successful launch of a student-designed payload aboard an Orion sounding rocket at NASA’s Wallops Island, Virginia, facility. While working on the project, Holland switched over to do preliminary research on the first generation of Avir’s Totally Optical Vapor Analyzer (TOVA).

By that point Avir had received the first of its public grants when after four years of failed proposals and frustration, the Virginia Center for Innovative Technology awarded $90,000 in State money. July 1, 2001, was a seminal moment. Private investors soon fell in and federal money was not far behind. In 2003, the Pentagon, specifically the Office of Naval Research, awarded Avir a service contract for $69,971, the first in a series of defense contracts that eventually totaled over $3 million. “They wanted us to develop a sensor that would fly suspended from a UAV,” says Laufer. “With the idea that it glides across an altitude and looks down and detects anything that happens down there.” The next year, the newly formed Department of Homeland Security recognized the potential of Avir’s sensor for domestic security and kicked in an additional $1.1 million. One of the initial grants was for a sensor that would be placed near air ducts. By last October, when the defense contract finally ran out, Laufer and his team had developed functional prototypes of the remote sensor and are busy working on a handheld version. As 2006 approached its close, marketers were hired to identify potential consumers, and negotiations with manufacturers initiated.


“Gaby is very effective,” says one investor. “When he works on a problem, it gets done."

To get Avir where it is, Laufer had to fall back on the prescient lessons his wife, Liora, witnessed him instruct his children in. “Now I can see him doing the same thing with the company,” she says. Indeed, Avir seems to be the culmination of a lifelong dedication to this ideal, both in the way the TOVA sensor functions and the manner in which the company operates. “Gaby is very effective,” Robert Capon, Avir’s initial private investor and one of its directors, says. “When he works on a problem, it gets done.”

This type of attention was put to the functionality of the machine. “It’s not necessarily what people would deem cutting- edge technology,” admits Holland. Almost from the beginning, Laufer knew that what he wanted to create and what the market demanded was a low-cost, easy-to-use sensor. Narrowing the focus allowed Avir to avoid the dilemmas posed by most of the sensors currently available (well over 100 in number). Many of them cost thousands over the less than $10,000 price tag Avir is offering theirs at, while the more inexpensive competition, often handheld versions, typically suffers from several liabilities. First, a handheld sensor has to be right in the presence of the offending chemical because the machine operates by sampling air. “As you would imagine, if it’s not where the chemical is, it’s not going to detect it,” says Laufer. “To protect a large space like a subway station, it’s going to have a limited effect.”    

Since they must sample air, the handheld sensors are also contaminated quickly. Finally, they’re fairly slow for response, taking up to a minute to diagnose the particular agent. By employing infrared technology, Avir’s sensor is able to read chemicals within one second.
From a business perspective, Avir’s model was complicated. Formed from technology developed at UVA, Avir essentially treats UVA as a subcontractor. Of Avir’s six employees, three are hired by UVA but paid through funds awarded to Avir. Laufer is technically one of Avir’s employees, as are two subcontractors, one based in Crozet, the other in Yorktown. The University is also a business partner, and as the technology for the sensor was originally conceived at UVA, the University owns the intellectual property. Accordingly, it stands to make significant royalties once the sensor enters the production phase. While UVA has only begun to encourage such spin-offs, other universities have long sponsored such activity. Cisco Systems and Hewlett Packard are but two companies that originally started at Stanford, which still makes a substantial amount from both.

“You realize I’m sitting on both sides of the fence,” Laufer says. As an employee of both UVA and Avir, Laufer immediately recognized the potential for a conflict of interest. “And you need to do it such that it’s legal and fair. And it needs to be fair to both sides, to the company because a company has investors, to UVA because they are hosting us. It’s very difficult.”

His department chair, Haj-Hariri, seconds Laufer. “If he wanted to not be careful it would be very difficult to track the money and he could basically keep the money for himself while using the resources of the University,” he says. To avoid such a scenario, Laufer carefully worked with the Provost’s Office and regularly reports to an oversight committee. Each contract awarded has to be approved by the Board of Visitors and signed off on by President John Casteen. “I think we did find a way so that UVA and Avir both feel comfortable with it and will both become successful,” Laufer adds. “That’s how good businesses work.”

With several prototypes finished and functioning, Avir seems to be in a lucrative position. “This is a very large market,” says Capon. “You can just imagine the number of entities that need the sensor, and if they need the sensor they would need a number of them.” He invoked possible customers, calling attention to subway systems, government buildings, and chemical plants. Still, Capon, like many involved in the project, is also quick to stress the sensor’s potential benefit to the public. “If we can help prevent injury or loss of life of even one person, it’s really worthwhile what we’re doing,” Holland echoes. “If we happen to make money along the way—as Dr. Laufer says—we won’t complain about that either.”

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Short timers

Dear Ace: Why is February the shortest month?—Cal N. Dar

We all remember the old rhyme: “Thirty days hath November, and please don’t forget September. But if April and May were candy today, we’d all have a happy tomorrow.” Or wait. Ace is a little confused. But there’s one thing he does know: February is damned short. Rehab programs last longer than February—and Ace should know. Zombies, according to the movies, can take over the world in a February’s worth of days. Ace hit the history books to sort out just why February’s so lacking.


If you think this page looks puny, blame Numa Pompilius.

Remember ninth grade Western Civ class? Remember Plutarch? No? He was an ancient Roman who wrote a big collection of biographies of even more ancient Romans in order to compare them to still more ancient Greeks. It was called Parallel Lives and Ace just wants you to know he actually read a big ol’ chunk of it in order to answer your question. Yeah. You’re welcome. Anyway, according to Plutarch, there was this king of early Rome named Numa Pompilius who decided that he needed to formalize and regulate the calendar, so he set about putting together a calendar from whose boring details Ace will spare you. Numa used most of the old month names, but he added January and February, named after the god Janus and an ancient purification festival called Februa.

In ensuing years, February got shaved down to 23 days, before being bumped back up by famed calendar reformer (Ace thinks he did some other stuff, too) Julius Caesar. Still, it only had 28 days most of the time, and even in leap years, only 29. Why the gyp? It looks like the simple answer is, the Romans just wanted February to be over ASAP. It was cold, they were whipping themselves with cords of goatskin (that’s what that whole “Februa” thing was about, apparently), and spring was on its way. Julius Caesar kept it short when he rejiggered the calendar. So did the Gregorian calendar reformers in the 1500s, and it’s their system we use to this day.

So to recap, why is February so short? Because ancient Romans didn’t like it, Julius Caesar didn’t like it, the dudes who made the Gregorian reforms didn’t like it, and Ace isn’t gonna like it if you keep asking him these kinds of questions about it.

If you think this page looks puny, blame Numa Pompilius.

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Local police to handle illegal immigrants?

State Attorney General Bob McDonnell (www.bobmcdonnell.com) is pushing a law enforcement measure that even some police officers oppose. On January 17, he asked Governor Tim Kaine to allow State Police to enter into agreements with federal Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) (www.ice.gov) to enforce immigration, and is supporting two bills that would allow localities federal immigration enforcement powers.

The measures would let State and local police detain people whom they believe are in the country illegally. “Our outstanding law enforcement officers already routinely make contact with such individuals but have no power to detain them for immigration offenses,” McDonnell said in a press release.

Thanks, local police say, but they have enough on their plates.


City Police Chief Timothy J. Longo says his force doesn’t have the resources to play immigration officer. There are curently cop shortages in both the city and the county.

According to Albemarle Police Lieutenant John Teixeira, illegal immigrants come into contact with the system through things like routine traffic stops, just like citizens. “Normally what happens is that unless there’s an arrest made, no information is passed on to federal authorities,” says Teixeira.

Cops only notify ICE when suspects are picked up for serious misdemeanors and felonies. When such an arrest is made, “early on you usually realize they have no documentation,” Teixeria says.

City Police Chief Timothy J. Longo confirms, via e-mail, that a suspect’s immigration status is only called into question after an arrest. Since ICE set up operations in Harrisonburg, there has been improved federal response when local cops find a problem.

Governor Tim Kaine has opposed McDonnell’s proposal for its redundancy, but supports local communities that want to participate in ICE training.

Police are reluctant to get between the attorney general and governor over the issue. But, with significant cop shortages in the city and county, local police are unlikely to look toward expanding their powers—or their duties.

“As a practical matter, I don’t have the operational capacity to get into the business of immigration enforcement,” Longo says.

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City outsmarts scofflaws

Apparently word travels fast—at least among habitual parking violators, anyway.

As of January 1, a loophole closed that previously allowed offenders of unpaid parking tickets to go unpunished, and while it’s a little too early see any concrete trends, City officials say for now it appears those who took advantage in the past may have gotten the message. And that message is roughly: We’re on to your little game and we’re not gonna take it anymore.


Habitual parking offenders will have to find other ways to beat the $15 ticket. So far no one has asked to go to court.

Because parking tickets can be appealed in the General District Court for a trial, street-savvy individuals would challenge their parking tickets in court. If they failed to appear, the court would take no action against them, and the tickets were basically dropped. Court records indicated that some habitual offenders caught on to this, and used the loophole to park free citywide. Not a bad way to beat a $15 to $100 parking ticket.

Ric Barrick, Charlottesville’s director of communications, says that as of the third week in January nobody had challenged a parking ticket in court.

The new City code states that “summons to appear in General District Court will no longer be issued, unless a request is made to the City Treasurer’s Office within 96 hours of the issue date,” and, “If you request a hearing within 96 hours of the issue date and do not appear, you will be tried in your absence.” Additionally, three or more unsettled parking violations mean a possible trip to the impound (since your car will be towed) or immobilization (the boot). And of course, failure to pay could mean either suspension or revocation of your driver’s license.

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Wincing the Night Away

cd By indie standards, The Shins are huge. They’ve been helped along the way by a catchy tune in a McDonald’s commercial and the words Zach Braff put into the mouth of Natalie Portman in his film Garden State: Surely, The Shins Will Change Your Life will one day be the title of a book about the turn-of-the-millennium rise of independent rock. But The Shins’ greatest strength is that they’ve always seemed like a small band—like your band—even as their first two albums sold very solid numbers for the Sub Pop label.

Which is why the opening few seconds of “Sleeping Lessons,” the first track on their new album, Wincing the Night Away, come as such a shock: There’s a single, spacey synthesizer pulse playing a scale, then the entrance of leader James Mercer’s vocals, sounding (with the studio processing) like he spent last year listening to Thom Yorke’s solo album. An acoustic guitar eventually folds in, followed by big, electric power chords until we find ourselves in the middle of a hugely appealing (and huge) rock song. The Shins, suddenly, don’t sound so small. But then the following track, “Australia,” feels more like the Shins of old, with its bouncy acoustic guitar strum and instantly appealing, singalong melody; the mid-tempo, Smiths-like “Phantom Limb” is almost as catchy.


The Shins, former small fish of the indie rock world, upgrade to a bigger pond with 2007’s Wincing the Night Away.

Clearly, the tunefulness of the band’s songwriting is what carries the day, no matter how their sound changes. So it’s disturbing when this quality begins to flag somewhere near the album’s midpoint. The ethereal mood piece, “Black Wave,” pokes around the edges of a structure without committing; the dirge-like “Split Needles” is modern rock for the working man and little more. These duffs would stand out less if The Shins weren’t so admirably committed to economy, with the 11 songs here whipping by in just over 40 minutes. For half an album, The Shins sound bigger and better than ever, but then something unnameable happens. Their sound has lost some personality and, for a band like The Shins, that counts for a lot.

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The Editor's Desk

And pinot for all

The legislation last year to prohibit Virginia wineries and to prevent Virginia wine retailers to deliver to their customer was the worse legislation I have witnessed in my 44 years in the alcoholic beverage industry [“Legislative help for small wineries," Government News, January 16].

The legislation was probably created, sponsored and dearly paid for by the state’s wholesalers. I can think of no other reason that the legislation was created. The premise that the old system violated the federal three-tier law is a myth. And on the very remote possibility that it is not, one needs to explain to me how a Virginia wholesaler has an import license (or vise versa). That represents two tiers and it would be no different for a winery to have a wholesale license, allowing them to sell direct to wine retailers and restaurants.
I applaud Del. Saxman on trying to correct this injustice, but to set a limit on production, especially at a very low 3,000 cases may create many challenges of discrimination by any winery, but particularly by those in the 3,000- to 10,000- case production range. This first aid is not a cure!

The same legislation caused Virginia retail licensees to cease delivery of wine directly to their customers. It also requires them to get written winery consent to ship a particular brand to consumers by common carrier. This means you can pick up your phone and call Windsor Vineyards (in California) and have them ship you wine, but can’t call your local wine shop and order wine to be delivered. As far as written consent goes: When a winery or importer authorizes a distributor to sell their brand, consent goes with it. It is illegal for any wholesaler to refuse to sell any licensed retailer (in good credit standing) any item in their portfolio, it is restraint of trade. Once a wholesaler files an item with the State it can be sold to any retailer. The owner of the brand cannot dictate to the wholesaler who he sells to. So why does a retailer need consent, when it is already granted to the wholesaler?

I suggest contacting your legislative representatives and having them fix this properly.

Stanley R. Rose
Albemarle County



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